I asked Floyd about the future.
He said it's callous and cavernous.
I asked Floyd about the future.
He cited no trauma that obvious.
When she grows up she'll know this
To keep things looking bright
Whilst we're both pickered
To keep things working blind
Whilst we write our future in black light
I asked Floyd about the rumours
The mothers and daughters of chastity
About the brides and the groomers
There'll be no acts of such gravity
No such decadent pageantry
And when we grow up we'll notice,
And when we grow up we'll know this,
Don't let the magnets oxidize in my hands
Don't let the coils all start corroding
I tried to scrape it off,
you said I only scratched the surface
But I tried, and I'll try, I try
To keep things looking bright
Whilst we're both picketing
To keep things looking bright
I see right, a future in the dark
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